Wang Xiaoqiang found that the glow and smoothness of Zhong Ping's skin were incomparable to before, and not only was there a change in Zhong Ping's physical appearance, but also in her inner youth and vitality. She was full of energy in bed, just like a young woman in her twenties.
This not only satisfied Wang Xiaoqiang but also made Zhong Ping very happy. Ultimately, the two harmonized beautifully, reaching the pinnacle of happiness together, then fell from the clouds, and after a satisfying sleep, when they awoke, it was already afternoon. They stayed in bed talking. Wang Xiaoqiang asked, "What's Pengcheng been busy with lately?"
Zhong Ping replied, "Making movies. He says it's his hobby."
Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Hobby can only be a hobby, the main profession must be prioritized and not confused."
"Oh, the child is grown up, he doesn't listen to me," Zhong Ping sighed helplessly.
"I'll handle it." Wang Xiaoqiang patted Zhong Ping's full and firm buttocks and then got dressed.
